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ChapterSix
BRIAN
Istill had her scent on my right fingers, a scent I couldn’t get enough of. I should probably go wash my hand but then I wouldn’t be able to have such an intimate part of her. I’d nearly had her under my spell, I’d nearly got exactly what I wanted, but she was still unwilling to break.
I appreciated that strength, even if it meant I went to bed with a hard dick and an urge to go to her room and fuck her, whether she begged me to or not. But, I wasn’t a weak man, I had to hear those words before I let my dick anywhere near her pussy. It wasn’t really about consent, it was about making a woman that had snubbed me for longer than I cared to remember finally admit that she’d wanted to fuck me all along.
I smiled in the dark bedroom, my right hand now wrapped around my dick, reliving that way she’d breathed my name. Fuck, I wanted her so much I could barely stand it, but here we were, alone in our bedrooms when we could be doing so much more together.
I wonder if she has her hands down her pants, reliving those same moments in the dark with me? The thought was enticing, sensual, deeply erotic, and the strokes became tighter, faster. I didn’t mind jerking off tonight, but soon, she’d have to say those words because I wanted a lot more than this from her. And if her response in the hallway was anything to go by, she wanted a lot more too.
I’d woken up in a blind panic, so tired from the trip out here after being up all of the night before, that I couldn’t remember where I was. I knew it was her the moment I smelled her scent, but opportunity had struck, so I took it. She’d wanted me, her body told me that, even if her lips hadn’t. She’d shook her head when I asked her to stop, but that wasn’t verbal consent, and I wanted to hear her say it.
The way I’d fantasized about so many times before.
Tomorrow, I thought to myself as I found my release. Tomorrow, I’ll fuck her if it’s the last thing I do. So long as she asks me to first.
* * *
I woke up to find Mandy awake, the fire going, and breakfast done. She didn’t say much, just pointed at a plate of biscuits, fried eggs, and sausage patties as she sipped at a mug of coffee. She was self-sufficient then, I admitted. I didn’t know many women that could start a fire, outside of the women that were part of the club in one way or another. Most of those were former country girls. A city girl that could start a fire was either trouble waiting to happen, or smarter than the average bear.
“Looks good, thanks.” I didn’t mention the night before while I poured a mug of coffee for myself, or the way she’d left me so aroused that I’d dreamed of nothing but her all night.
“You’re welcome. We need more firewood, do you think there’s some outside?” She asked from her seat across from me at the large mahogany table.
“Yeah, I’ll have a look after I eat. Why aren’t you eating?” I looked over to see she didn’t even have a plate out for herself.
“I’ve already eaten, I heated this all up when I heard you get up. Noise travels well in this house.”
“I bet it does,” I said with a deeper meaning behind it. I was thinking about the sounds she’d made last night and if the way she looked away with her nose in the air meant anything, she knew that’s exactly where my thoughts went.
That put a smile on my face as I put an egg and sausage on one of the large biscuits and took a bite. “Sleep alright?”
“Fine, how did you sleep?” Her brown eyes came back to mine, full of defiance and a dare.
“Like a baby.” I grinned before I took another bite, goading her, but I couldn’t help it. It was so easy to bait her.
“That’s nice.” She got up and I caught a wonderful glimpse of her fine, round ass in tight jeans before she walked around the island to fill up her coffee mug. The woman was smart, beautiful, and a challenge. Something I had never been able to walk away from.
I finished eating and let her have a break from me. There was firewood outside, but it needed to be chopped into smaller pieces to fit into the fireplace, so I found an ax and spent an hour chopping wood. The exercise did me good, cleared my head, and when I had enough inside the house to keep us going for the rest of the day, I made a lunch of Reuben sandwiches for us. Mandy wasn’t the only one that could cook in this house.
“These are good,” she admitted after the first bite, a real smile on her face.
She’d spent most of her time, from what I’d seen, sitting on the couch, reading on her Kindle. I hadn’t expected that either, but it seemed she liked to read.
“Thanks.” I nodded at her praise and went back to eating my own, thinking about the puzzle she’d always been. Nobody at the club ignored me like she did, which was one of the reasons she’d caught my attention to begin with.
Most of the dancers at the club would buzz around me like flies, but she’d always avoided me and my crew. The mafia guys, whether the Russians or the Italians, were fair game, but me and my guys? She never even looked in our direction. I’d always assumed she preferred suits to men in blue collar clothes, feeding my idea that she was as shallow as a mud puddle.
I’d learned far more about her in the last twenty-four hours than I had since I’d met her. The puzzle wasn’t solved, in fact, I was even more puzzled by her.
“What are you reading?” I asked once I’d taken my last bite.
“Oh, it’s just a trashy horror novel about zombies. Why?” She blinked over at me slowly, her eyes amused.
“Just curious. I thought you might be reading Tolstoy or something like that.” I dismissed my assumption with a shrug. “Zombie horror novels are probably more exciting.”
“They are, yes. Tolstoy bored me to tears, but this stuff keeps my interest. I like seeing how authors think other people will react to the end of the world. Sometimes it’s all cliché’ bullshit, but this lady writes some interesting stuff,” Mandy said, pointing at her Kindle.
